My Vegetable Husband Makes Me Invincible

2 Make love to a vegetable

Emily's body couldn't help but tremble, and she looked at Edward in terror. What was this man doing? How could he be so strong? She couldn't resist at all, and her clothes were roughly pulled off by him.

Emily's fair skin was immediately exposed to the air. His somewhat rough palms skillfully roamed over Emily's body, sliding down from her collarbone, gently kneading her breasts for a few moments, and then moving down in a crude manner. A series of intense stimulations made her unable to help but let out a moan, "Hmm..."

She didn't want this. She didn't want to have s*x with a man she had just met less than an hour ago. However, trapped beneath Edward, his strength was overpowering, rendering her unable to move, and all she could do was continue to resist and cry out, "Don't... hmm..."

But as soon as she started to refuse, Edward immediately silenced her with his lips, melting away the remaining words in her mouth. His agile tongue scraped against Emily's lips and teeth, possessively marking every inch of her.

The corners of Emily's eyes turned red, and a strange sensation she had never experienced before swept through her body. Edward's teasing had unexpectedly aroused a response from her, making every cell, every nerve in her body unusually excited. Gradually, her body couldn't withstand this teasing anymore, and Emily, with a dazed gaze, proactively embraced Edward, arching her waist to meet his movements.

"Finally obedient?"

Edward who had been focusing on Emily noticed her changes instantly, and he couldn't help but stop his actions, looking down at the person beneath him with a hint of playfulness. Emily's body was flushed pink, her eyes wet, and the look of biting her lower lip clearly showed her unwillingness.

"Edward, am I dreaming? Otherwise, how could you have woken up and touched me like this..."

Edward's eyes darkened, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness, yet incredibly sexy. "Dreaming? Let me tell you right now whether you're dreaming or not, lying beneath me."

Edward pushed Emily away, lying down himself. Emily stared at Edward's incredibly seductive body and couldn't help but swallow her saliva. Anyway, this was her wedding night, and it was only natural to do something with her husband!

With this thought, Emily smiled cunningly and straddled Edward's body, taking the initiative. If this was really a dream, then let her continue dreaming. After all, she didn't have to be a widow on her wedding night!

Edward's azure eyes were filled with desire as he watched Emily sitting on his lower abdomen, his erect manhood pressing against her underwear. But he didn't make any move, instead, he appreciated Emily's beautiful body. At this moment, she fascinated him immensely, and he wanted to explore her deeply and thoroughly. Emily softly twisted her waist, rubbing against his hugeness, and at the same time, she leaned down, circling her hand around Edward's neck, and took the initiative to kiss his sexy lips.

Edward let out a comfortable sigh, his large palms gripping Emily's plump buttocks, bringing her even closer to his throbbing member. Then, his skilled fingers slipped inside Emily's panties, delving into her secret garden.

A sense of intrusion flashed through her, quickly replaced by an unprecedented pleasure. Emily arched her beautiful neck, accommodating Edward's teasing while taking off her bra, revealing her full and round breasts. Her pink n*****s emitted a seductive gleam, tempting anyone to pick them.

Edward pulled out his wet fingers and firmly grasped Emily's breasts, molding them into various shapes, teasing her to the point where she couldn't help but exclaim, "Hmm... Ah, feels so good, Edward..."

Stimulated by her voice, Edward's face was consumed by desire. One hand continued to fondle Emily's breasts while the other grasped her waist.

Emily's hand moved down, removing Edward's underwear. Seeing his already enlarged hardness, she raised herself slightly, grabbed hold of it, and slowly guided it into her entrance...

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On this particular night, Emily felt that her dream was incredibly real. Except for the first time when she took control, Edward dominated every other moment of their intimate encounters. However, she had to admit that Edward's skilled techniques had brought her to several climaxes. Their bodies were so in sync that she couldn't help but reminisce about the intense pleasure they had just experienced.

But a comatose patient who had been asleep for three years could never possess such strength and stamina to satisfy her three times over!

At that moment, footsteps approached. Edward had just finished showering and now stood gracefully by the window. Emily was now certain that this wasn't a dream. The man standing and walking was her newlywed husband, Edward, and he was not in a vegetative state!

Gradually regaining her composure, Emily asked in a hoarse voice, "Edward, you've been awake all this time, haven't you?"

Edward turned indifferently and glanced at Emily, who tightly held the covers, her eyes filled with unease and curiosity. She seemed timid and completely different from the assertive woman who had just boldly embraced him.

He lifted his sexy lips slightly and coldly replied, "You're not that foolish."

Emily subtly pressed her lips, dissatisfied with Edward's evaluation of her, and asked coldly, "Edward, if you've been awake, why do you pretend to be in a coma?"

Edward's voice turned icy. "You're just a woman brought here for a joyous occasion. You don't need to know so much."

He glanced coldly at Emily and walked in her direction. The closer he got, the more pressure she felt. The man who had put on clothes and the man in bed were like night and day.

"As your wife, I have the right to know!"

Emily didn't want to get entangled in any conspiracy without fully understanding it. Occasionally, she would come across gossip about family secrets on the internet, and she had remained highly vigilant upon entering the Miller family. Moreover, Edward's act of pretending to be in a coma clearly indicated that he had his own intentions.

"Wife?" Edward sneered, completely discrediting Emily's identity. What was a woman married off because of a belief in a Gypsy fortune-teller? How could she be considered a wife?

Such a contemptuous tone caused Emily's heart to tighten, and a bitter taste rose within her. Although she knew this marriage was like a farce, hearing such a cold and heartless response from a man who had just finished their intimate encounter left her feeling a bit lost.

However, Emily would never allow herself to be in a vulnerable position.

She narrowed her eyes and coldly stated, "What do you think the reaction of the Miller family would be if they knew you've been awake all along?"

Just as she finished speaking, Edward angrily grabbed Emily's neck, his teeth clenched. "Are you trying to threaten me?"